Post # 1
So I had to post this because I think it’s friggin’ awesome!!!
Background: My mom had me at 16. My Grandpa T and Grandma T got married when my mom hit 15. There for my Grandpa T is not my biological grandpa. BUT he was always my grandpa.(never knew my moms dad) Anyways my parents being so young needed help raising me so my grandparents helped out alot. I grew close to them. I would spend months in the summer with them fishing. I grew really close to my grandpa…(some would say I was the favorite..kinda was lol) Well he got really sick my freshman year. He passed away my sophmore year. It was really hard on my mom and I.
Fast forward. It’s been 5 years I believe and still gets to me sometimes. Anyway my mom works at a hospice center. Lots and lots of elderly people. Well it was late one night and she was doing her check ups on some of her patients. An elderly man she was checking on she became really close with. This one specific night this is how the conversation went:
Mom: How are you?
Man: Good, I have a question for you…
Mom: Go ahead and ask
Man: Did your dad wear the old style Levi dress pants?
Man: Did he use to have mutton chops?
Man: Did he wear old western shirts with the pearl buttons?
Man: Did he wear baseball caps?
Mom: yeah (she’s looking confused and worried)
Man: Great I want you to know he’s standing to your left
Mom: **Silence**Tears**Looks to left**
She came home and called me right away and told me the story. We both cried. HOW AWESOME IS THAT!!!! I’m crying just typing this. It make her feel like she was okay and comforted. I love my grandpa. He was our world. I just wanted to share.
Sorry it’s so long. THanks for reading!
Post # 4
Aw, I have never experienced anything like that, but I’m a total believer.
Post # 5
That’s awesome! The supernatural always intrigued me
Post # 6
that’s incredible. what a nice story.
Post # 8
Thats so sweet 🙂 Did he have any other message to share with her?
I remember when my Grandfather died, I was in the midst of a really hard break up, like, really really hard, and he was my favourite Grandparent, so I was in a bad place. I used to have this recurring dream that I was on an elevator that was falling (due to my life being out of control I guess?) and I’d be in the middle of one of these dreams and I’d hear his voice calling me until I woke up out of it. I always felt like it was his way of “rescuing” me from the sadness a little bit.
Post # 9
- Wedding: February 2017 - Seattle, WA
That is amazing!! I love hearing stories like this. 🙂 Do your find yourself now wondering if he is watching you?
Post # 10
OMG I just got chills reading this story.
Post # 11
I just got hard core chills. Still have them. Amazing story. Thanks for sharing.
Post # 12
frugalfiance Honestly I have had little things. I was cleaning the dishes one day and had the window open…this is going to sound weird…but there was a slight breeze that blew in and all of a sudden I could smell like we were camping and fishing again. I can’t describe it really well. Like it through me back into memories almost like he was telling me he was there. Another instance was right after he passed I got into a deep depression and was really angry for some reason. One night I could feel myself getting in a rage where I wanted to burst and hit everything. It was dark in my room and all of a sudden I saw a huge burst of light hit me (actually knocked the wind out of me) and I was calm every piece of anger was gone. Can’t explain it. I think it was him knocking sense into me to be honest.
anyone have other stories? I’d love to hear them.
Post # 13
Ok here’s another one. Right after my maternal Grandmother died (she I were not terribly close, but my Mom took it really hard) I had a dream that I came into the basement to do some laundry and she was there, wearing the most ridiculous pink sweatsuit with a picture of a cougar on the front. I laughed at her outfit, but was really happy to see her. She told me she had to hurry, she was on her way somewhere, but I had to be sure to take care of my Mom, because she she was going to need me (it’s true… she suffered a major depression in the years that followed, was hospitalized for that, plus had cancer three times). I assured her I would, and asked her for a hug before she left, she said “I’m sorry honey, I can’t hug you now, I don’t have a body any more” and vanished.
I never told my Mom about this until about 6 months later when she returned from a road trip with my Dad with a bright pink sweatsuit with a ridiculous picture of a cougar on the front.
Post # 14
MissNoodles That is amazing!!! It’s really cool. I just got goosebumps reading that(:
Post # 15
There have been a few crazy stories, involving my mom’s side of the family…
-One night, my mom had a dream wehre her 3 uncles that had passed away, along with my grandpa, who was alive at the time, knocked on the door of our house. In her dream, she opened the door, and they told her things that were going to get really hard, but they’d all be looking out for her, and they just needed help, which is why her father was with them. They assured her that they’d take care of everything, and it would all pass. Well, 6 months later, my grandfather died, she was diagnosed with very rare cancer (was given months), and my parents split up. Now, 20+ years later, they were right – everything passed and my mom is happy and healthy.
-The night my grandfather died was Christmas. I grew up in a very rural part of Long Island. There’s never any cars or trucks around late at night. At around 3 or 4 AM, my mom felt the need to get up and drive to the hospital my grandfather was in. While driving there, she passed the exact truck my grandfather drove, in the 60’s, coming past her. The truck blinked its lights (something my grandfather, who was a truck driver always did) and she continued on her way. When she realized it, she looked back – no truck in sight.
-I was very sick when I was 3. One night, I was especially sick, and I told my mom it was okay – that the nice lady with the black glasses came in and gave me a white blanket. The nice lady with the black glasses was a dead ringer for my great grandmother who died weeks after I was born. It ends up, she had been knitting me a white baby blanket before she passed, but never finished it.
Post # 16
@kariface: Oo… that last one was good!